Let's say that a frog jumps on your perfectly set table trying to get into the water pitcher just after all your invited guests have sat down to have Christmas dinner.
He hops into the ribbon salad that someone stayed up until after one o'clock to make. There are frog prints in it!
He lands smack dab in the middle of your antique China dinner plate, says rib bit and in trying to grab him, you knock over the stemmed glassware full of wine which lands in your lap.
He confuses the Cole slaw with a lily pad. His becomes slippery from the oil based dressing and now hops near another guest who catches him but can't hang on.
The table, bowing in the middle from the bounty set upon it, wiggles. The apples, turned candle holders roll, the table cloth is spotted with wax.
All guests are standing. A voice from the head of the table hollers, OPEN YOUR NAPKIN AND COVER HIM WITH IT!. The frog is caught.
Dinner resumes with replaced salad, no coleslaw, wine soaked clothing, and paper towels on the table to replace the cloth napkins. Fine antique collectible plates are exchanged for paper plates.
Think about this. The only perfect Christmas is in your head or on paper. When a group of bodies each with a mind, soul, and spirit come together with their idea of a perfect Christmas, it becomes a universal pot of fruit soup.
And if a frog jumps on your table and someone takes charge to catch the frog, and everyone pulls together, you have for a few majestic moments, a group in unity with the same focus. Perhaps that is a perfect moment.
Does the frog give the group a dash away, dash away all from the visions pills, bills, wills, and hills yet to climb or hills not able to climb a mini moment that nothing else matters?
Would this be a moment to remember?
Would you tell it as a funny memory or one of disaster?
Is life attitude?
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